As you can tell from my Twitter handle, I spend my summers in South Haven, Michigan, and this time of year is when blueberries are in season. There’s nothing better than Blueberry Streusel muffins in the morning.

(2) In a large bowl, cream together the butter and sugar until light and fluffy. Stir in the eggs one at a time, beating well with each addition, then stir in the vanilla. In a separate bowl, stir together 2 cups flour, baking powder, and salt.

Sasha Peters wears Victorian-style dresses; designs, creates, and sells cloth dolls called “My Friends”; and tells children stories at the Putnam library. The townspeople call her “The Doll Lady,” so when recently widowed lawyer Ross Hammond moves to Putnam and takes Jenny, his four-year-old daughter to “Story Hour,” he expects to find an elderly woman not a blonde, busty, green-eyed beauty in her late twenties.

Sasha never again wants a man telling her what to do, but when a corporate toy company offers to buy the rights to her “My Friends” dolls, she realizes she needs a lawyer’s advice. Ross knows his priority has to be his scarred, traumatized daughter, but he’s more than willing to help Sasha, especially since he can’t keep her out of his thoughts…and would love to get her into his bed.

And here’s an excerpt from Storybook Hero:

Sasha shifted her hands to Jenny’s waist to give the child to Ross. He reached forward to take her, his hands gently spanning his daughter’s body He was about to lift Jenny away when she changed her mind about going and again wrapped her legs around Sasha’s waist and her arm around her neck. Suddenly Ross’s hands were trapped, his fingers pressed into the soft, womanly curves. He could feel the heat of Sasha’s body radiating through the coarse wool of her dress, heard her quick intake of breath, and was aware that her nipples were hardening against his knuckles. Jenny squeezed tightly, and Ross groaned.

Sasha could have echoed the sound. His touch was triggering an erotic curling in the pit of her stomach, stimulating primitive responses. As he pulled his hands away, the sensation of his fingers rubbing over her nipples sent an exhilarating jolt to her nerve endings. Even when the contact was broken, and he’d stepped back, the effect lingered.

Having a man’s hands on her breasts wasn’t a new experience for Sasha. Men usually looked for excuses to fondle her. And normally, being pawed disgusted her, but she could tell Ross hadn’t intended to touch her. She found herself wanting to tell him it was all right. The poor man. He looked completely flustered.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to . . . That is, she’s usually not like this . . .” His face turned red. “Usually she throws herself into my arms.”

His discomposure was refreshing. Basically ignoring what had happened, Sasha murmured into Jenny’s hair. “Sweetheart, you’ve got to go to your daddy now. I’ve got to get my things so the librarian can lock up.”

Happy summer. Do drop by and see what my neighbors from the Block have in store for you by following the Hop links.